"Zhang Chu? You guy finished writing so quickly?"

A middle-aged man wearing thick glasses tried his best to squeeze through the crowd. He grabbed Zhang Chu's arm, his expression full of nervousness and anxiety.

"Teacher Tao!"

The head teacher whom I had never seen since graduating from high school in my previous life actually appeared in front of me. Zhang Chu opened his mouth and was quite shocked.

Tao Zhixin was already sweating profusely. His shirt was soaked with sweat. He said panting: "Didn't you say you should check it a few more times? Even if you finish writing, don't rush to hand in the paper. Why don't you listen?"

He said with a grudge that even though Zhang Chu's grades were only average in their class, Tao Zhixin treated him equally and did not treat him differently.

It was indeed not the place to speak at this moment. Tao Zhixin dragged Zhang Chu to the shade of the tree next to him with everyone's eyes, and the teachers and students whispered.

"I just heard from you that I can get 135 points this time. Is it true? You kid, can you brag?"

Zhang Chu patted his chest and said confidently: "Teacher Tao, don't worry, 135 points are still insurance, maybe you can teach a student from Tsinghua University and Peking University this time."

Tao Zhixin didn't realize that his student was already a thirty-year-old man in his soul. He said worriedly: "I have taught you for three years. Do I still know what your grades are? You just said those big words in front of the reporter. If the news was broadcast, you might be made fun of by others."

"I usually just hide my weaknesses. This is called "not making a sound", and it's amazing. Teacher Tao, I have to take math exams in the afternoon, so I have to go home to have a meal."

Zhang Chu touched his stomach. Fortunately, his home was not far from here, and his parents were so big that no one came to take the exam!

"Go and go, take a break after dinner, keep your energy in good spirits, be careful when doing math problems, be careful about the traps inside, don't hand in the paper in advance this time, you can check a lot of mistakes in half an hour."

In normal times, Zhang Chu would definitely think Tao Zhixin was extremely nagging, but now he feels that this is a person who really cares about him. After entering society, he realized how rare this is!

The Jiangcheng No. 2 Middle School examination room is not very far from Zhang Chu’s home, there are only three streets. The lush street trees on both sides of the street scatter shadows to prevent passers-by from being exposed to the sun.

Zhang Chu came to the door of a bookstore called "Hanlinxuan". He held his backpack in his hand and shouted: "Old man, I'm back after the exam!"

The bookstore is not very large in size, but it looks very comfortable and has a very cultural atmosphere.

There are many types of books, and you can always find the type you want. There is also a vector coffee from the bourgeoisie. A cup of coffee is accompanied by a good book, so that people can relax in their busy work.

There are no student-type teaching aids in the bookstore, most of which are niche works, which have the feeling of an independent bookstore, among which there are particularly many science fiction books.

After hearing Zhang Chu's voice, a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses came out of the bar, "Stupid brat, come back when you come back, what are you doing with such a loud voice?"

"Old man, is the lunch ready? I will still have to take the math exam in the afternoon!"

Zhang Chu looked at his father who was now in his prime and felt very moved. When he was admitted to a pheasant university, he didn't find a job, but he returned to Jiangcheng and became a dependent on his parents and runs a bookstore with his father Zhang Bowen.

Thanks to the inadequate domestic copyright protection and the return of the reading trend, their bookstore can barely make a profit.

Zhang Bowen looked very mature and uncle-like. He came over to take the backpack on Zhang Chu's hand, and didn't ask him how he was doing in the exam, but just said, "Your mother has prepared it for you a long time ago. Let's go upstairs to have a meal."

The second floor of the bookstore is their house. In order to buy this store, Zhang Bowen and his wife borrowed a lot of money from the bank. It seems quite cost-effective now. After all, the store appreciation rate is amazing.

If they are willing to sell it, it will be no problem to make hundreds of thousands of dollars, but they have no idea to sell it.

In the kitchen on the second floor, Chu Lan was busy wearing an apron. After hearing the sound of the door opening, she turned around and saw her son’s smiley face.

"It's not until 11:30, why are you back?"

As an elementary school teacher, Chu Lan still remembers the time for the college entrance examination quite clearly. She waved the spatula in her hand, as if she was about to rush out to clean up Zhang Chu.

"Mom, today's question is very simple, I'll submit the paper in advance."

Zhang Chu quickly walked to Chu Lan, reached out to help her pinch her shoulders, and said flatteringly: "It smells so good, my mother's skills are getting better and better!"

"Go and go, don't think you can get confused by saying something good. You dare to hand in the college entrance examination in advance, are you itchy?"

After saying that, she reached out and knocked Zhang Chu on the head, not to mention how terrible it was.

After being hit, Zhang Chu immediately shouted out, "I have to take math exams in the afternoon. What should I do if you knock me stupid!"

Chu Lan said with a stern face, put his hands on his hips, "Hmph, you still know you need to take the exam, I have never seen you as so kind. Lao Zhang, come and educate your son, you dare to come out of the college entrance examination in advance, this is going to be a big deal!"

Zhang Bowen was a little scared, and he echoed: "Your mother is right, and others want to extend the time. You are better, come out in advance."

"Mom! It's muddy in the pot!"

Seeing that it was about to become a criticism and controversy conference, Zhang Chu immediately changed the topic loudly.

Sure enough, Chu Lan immediately turned around and turned off the firepower of the natural gas stove, leaving Zhang Chu and Zhang Bowen and his son staring at each other.

"It's indeed my favorite braised lion head and sour pork shredded pork. Mom, you're so nice."

At the dinner table, Zhang Chu praised while eating lunch, which made Chu Lan very helpful.

"Singer, why haven't you seen you so eloquently?" Zhang Bowen complained while he turned around and watched TV, and he was stunned!

"I specially made mung bean soup for you. Now the exam is so hot, so you can drink more."

Chu Lan gave her husband a fierce look. She picked up the spoon and put a bowl of soup into Zhang Chu's bowl, and she turned into a loving mother.

"I said, stinky brat, can't this person on TV be you?"

Zhang Bowen pointed to the TV screen and said that Jiangcheng No. 2 is one of the favorite channels of locals. It reports local news events in Jiangcheng, which are closer to life than those major national events.

Chu Lan looked over Zhang Bowen's finger. She suddenly found her son standing in front of the camera and talking, so she said happily: "Oh, my son is just on camera. He is so handsome, he looks very much like me!"

"Don't just watch others, listen to what he says."
Chapter completed!